Lost souls with damaged plans
Claw hard to escape the damned
And the eye focused only on the scan
Will lose time and their stand
Against the one who is possessed
Enough to dig up your grave and hear ya moan
While feasting upon the heart within your chest
It tears your skin and splits ya bones
This creature attacks the rich and the poor
And consumes those who can't seem to cope
The ravenous monster from within the moor
Is known only to be called hope
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